Lin Feng felt that he must have damaged his brain. One second he was chasing thieves on the streets, and the next second he became Lin Jiu, a delinquent from Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, lying soaked in a dark alley of the West Market.
What's even more outrageous is that his eyes can clearly see the cobweb-like pattern of knife marks, his nose can distinguish the smell of alcohol from three days ago mixed with trace amounts of poison, and his ears can hear the subtle sound of a gambler squeezing the dice a hundred meters away - and the most terrible thing is that he can rewind time to a moment ago.
In the case of the hanged embroiderer, he returned to the scene and saw the ferocious face hidden behind the white silk; in the case of the theft of a gold shop, he followed the aftertaste of benzoin and traced a smuggling chain across the Western Regions. When he used modern criminal investigation methods, combined with these "see-through" eyes, the strange cases in Chang'an were unraveled one by one, but he also discovered a deeper undercurrent - the incense in front of the imperial concubine's bed, and the secret messages on the general's desk, all hid something colder than the murder.
But every time he reverses time, his head feels like he's been hit with a heavy hammer. He began to be afraid: Is this ability the key to breaking the situation, or is it a chain dragging him to the abyss?
The rain started to fall again, and Lin Jiu tightened her grip on the knife at her waist. How many things are hidden in this Chang'an night, waiting for him to go back and read them again?
